This Lake is just across the highway from where we live. We have to look at it from various vantage points when we travel to and from the villiage.
The falls are located just north of where we live. They are on the river that empties Green Lake.
The view from our kitchen window
We have to look at this mountain while preparing meals and doing dishes. It takes us a bit longer some days than others.
Mother Nature created these etchings on the underside of the glass that covers my deck.
This is a winter view of the creek from the bridge we cross when we walk to the market in the summer time. In the winter skiers have to cross this creek to get from one part of the village to the other.
The summer view.
The River of Golden Dreams
If you enlarge the picture again you can see more clearly the duck in the center of the picture, in the middle of the river, in the middle of the winter. Dumb duck.
River of Golden Dreams
This time, no duck.
Wildflowers 1 of 3
We had to look at these flowers for several weeks every time we travelled to and from the village.
Wildflowers 2 of 3
Wildflowers 3 of 3
These are at the entrance to the road that services the cabins on the lake that is across the highway from where we live.
This is the kind of display you would wish was in your garden. Alas it is in a patch of gravel beside a road.
This picture was taken from a bench beside the man-made stream that flows through our village. The glacial water is diverted from the creek that separates the two parts of the village. Mom and I sat here for quite awhile one sunny afternoon.
We have to look at these flowers for several weeks each time we go out our side door.
Probably a he, shared popcorn with Mom and me. He never got close enough to share our love seat beside the creek.
I think. I would know for sure if they were in my garden. They are in the garden of a neighbour just up the street.
Aunts and Uncles
Mom was one of 11. Two sisters have died. These are her siblings who remain in the summer of 2007.
Lost Lake 1 of 3
Shots taken during a Sunday walk.
Lost Lake 2 of 3
Lost Lake 3 of 3
There is a "silver" mountain somewhere in these clouds. The picture was taken on our walk to the post box where we pick up our mail. Picture 33 is the same shot without the clouds at a slightly wider angle.
We saw this lake view on our walk to the post boxes one day in the late fall.
We saw this view from the post boxes just after we saw the previous lake view.
We see this bank each time we leave our house. It is created by snow dumping off two roofs.
Winter walk 1 of 4
These are scenes we see on our 2.6k round trip walk from a parking area to a lake.
Winter walk 2 of 4
Winter walk 3 of 4
Winter walk 4of 4
The explanation of life and related writings.
While earning a B.A. and B.Phys.Ed. at McMaster U circa 1970 I learned conflict pervades our lives, and I asked why. After years of looking outside existing boxes I found the answer is the question of meaning I call "the last why", for it will never be answered. Still humanity has tried to "fill the void" behind "Why am I?" ever since, according to one story, it was first asked by 'Eve', who thus gave birth to humanity. The ways we try all conflict. The result is our history of optional, increasing conflict that can it seems still end in one of two ways.
In 2005 my Mom's need gave me the opportunity to discover if I was a fool for asking why by seeking reaction to the detailed analysis of life in my epic "The Last Why: the poem" the only way an anonymous carpenter could, with a website. I first tried to attract visitors with prose posts but when I realized I could also rhyme reason in short verse I did for my poetry is unique and so much easier to remember. I've had to advertise so I could be twice the fool but likes suggest I may not be.
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